The hour they had to prepare was a tense and wasted space of time.
The six of them gathered in a grey and strategy room near the Labyrinth's entrance. The air was thick with unspoken resentment.
Aelira stood ramrod straight near a tactical map, her arms crossed, her blue eyes icy. She was already attempting to take control.
"Listen closely," Aelira began, her voice cutting through the silence. "I will be leading this team. My strategies are proven. You will follow my orders precisely or you will be removed."
"Says who?" Silas piped up, not even looking at her. He was busy polishing a gauntlet with a rag, a wide grin on his face.
"I mean, look at us. We're not a team, we're a terrible joke. I vote for chaos. Everyone for themselves. First one to the Key wins! Winner gets bragging rights."
"Silence," Aelira snapped. "This isn't a game, you fool."
Astrid was predictably, asleep on a wooden bench in the corner, her long tail occasionally twitching.
